“Labyrinth 10”

The boy in the labyrinth hears gears. Their teeth click ubiquitously, in alarming precision. He is within the belly of a clock. Hands stretched outward as if to fly, he brushes the sides of the labyrinth with his hands, his steps loud and cavernous above the machine. The boy wonders about the surface world, whether they can hear the gears spin in their bored dances. Whether the horizon is as uninteresting as the estranged corridors of a maze. Whether the thought he was waiting for will appear with the next audible click.

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Oliver de la Paz

About Oliver de la Paz

Oliver de la Paz is the author of four collections of poetry, Names Above Houses, Furious Lullaby (SIU Press 2001, 2007), and Requiem for the Orchard (U. of Akron Press 2010), winner of the Akron Prize for poetry chosen by Martìn Espada, and Post Subject: A Fable (U. of Akron Press 2014). He is the co-editor with Stacey Lynn Brown of A Face to Meet the Faces: An Anthology of Contemporary Persona Poetry (U. of Akron Press 2012). He co-chairs the advisory board of Kundiman, a not-for-profit organization dedicated to the promotion of Asian American Poetry and serves on the Association of Writers and Writing Programs Board. A recipient of a NYFA Fellowship Award and a GAP Grant from Artist Trust, his work has appeared in journals like Virginia Quarterly Review, North American Review, Tin House, Chattahoochee Review, and in anthologies such as Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation. He is the music editor for At Length Magazine and he teaches in the MFA program at Western Washington University.